steven called the next day when i was at work in the dressing room and said, "sal, i'm so sorry. this is killing me." and i felt so bad for him feeling bad for me, i almost -- "just don't even talk to me, i know, i know, i know, and thank you." "it just isn't going to work," he said. "i even put you together with some footage of daniel." daniel was in ireland, and it was -- he was new to his process of really becoming lincoln. he was brand new. so steven couldn't, didn't feel he had the right to invade that, and he was in ireland. we're in los angeles. it made complete sense, so he tried to put me together, put some recent footage of daniel with me. he just said, "it just isn't going to work. i'm so sorry." i just thanked him. i had done what i needed to do, and i was so grateful for how generous he was to me. hung up the phone and tried to get through the day, and the good news is i didn't kill myself that day, because the next day steven called again as i'm headed out to work and said he couldn't get it off of his mind. that he'd thought about it and thought about it and though